Time UnspentA Poem by Nat.Losing a GrandmotherMemories not lost, Though time left unspent; Regret starts to boil, The heart begins to sink; The empty hole begins to hallow, The light she may fallow; Ignorance transforms to longing, Hoping into sorrow, The wilted flower Wont make it till tomorrow. © 2011 Nat. |
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Added on March 12, 2011 Last Updated on March 16, 2011 Author
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